I, 36.
“The beams which dart from many a star
Of the flowers whose hues they bear afar.”
“The beams which dart from many a sphere
Of the starry flowers whose hues they bear.”
I, 81-82.
“The unseen clouds of the dew, which lie
Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high,
Then wander like spirits among the spheres
Each cloud faint with the fragrance it bears.”